19cm x 13.5cm
Watercolour highlighted with gold on paper

I lift my head into my palm, not as a burden but as an offering—an act of quiet surrender. For so long, I have carried the weight of identity, of control, of self, holding on tightly to the illusion of “I.” But now, in this moment, I let it go. This is not a loss; it is a return—to something greater, something infinite. Like a drop surrendering to the ocean, like a spark dissolving into light, I do not disappear—I become. Surrender is not weakness; it is freedom. It is trust, a gentle falling into the hands of the Divine, where I am not empty but whole.